The Raven-haired Prince groaned softly as sleep fled him. A warmth comforted his side, fingertips dancing down his bare chest.

Lower.

            Lower.

                       Lower.

And began to trace back up his abdomen. This sensation continued and Loki faught the urge to force her hand lower. Sarah must have thought he was still asleep because she gently got out of the bed, her luscious hair cascading down her shoulders, and stopped at the foot of the bed. Loki opened his eyes slightly, enough to see what she was doing. Soon she let the straps of the dress fall from her shoulders and a slight gasp escaped her lips as the cool air kissed at her newly exposed skin. With a soft plop, the dress puddled around Sarah's ankles and she was completely exposed. From his place, Loki could see her reach up to touch gently a mark that Loki had left on her neck as punishment for teasing him not so long ago. She collected herself and moved to the washroom, where she could relax a little in a hot shower. After a few minutes, the water could be heard and not to long after, soft sounds finding there way from her throat. Some where mere whimpers. Others were the gasps making Loki's breath hitch in his throat. She had escaped to the shower to pleasure herself, hoping the sounds of the water would drown out her moans and gasps. But it didn't.

Sarah leaned forward, her fingers now working furiously at her folds. Gasps and whimpers came from her slightly agape mouth. His name was at the tip of her tongue.

 Loki's name.

With a one last unabashed moan, his named slipped off her tongue and she was undone. The warm water washed away any evidence of her actions, but there was no need for evidence. Loki had witnessed her coming undone and it took every inch of his being to not to intervene. However, once she stood that was it. With a wave of his hand, Loki's clothes vanished and he stepped into the shower with her. A tantalizing gasp made her tremble as his arms pulled her naked body against his.

"L-Loki-" She whispered, a small moan gracing her lips.

"That was quite a wonderful show, darling..." He breathed, leaning down to speak in Sarah's ear, "But the way your fingers aimlessly traced my skin earlier..."

A groan escaped the God's thin lips as he recalled the events.

"It was tantalizing. Letting your fingers wander my bare skin. Knowing you would never act upon my unspoken thoughts..."

Loki shifted and suddenly Sarah could feel his hard length pressing just below the small of her back. Another moan left her throat before she could stop it. She almost felt as powerless as when she first fell into his arms after suddenly becoming the humanoid of the Tesseract. He had never spoken to her of any of his dirty dreams and desires, but she knew they were there. 

"Darling... This is the only thing I've ever wanted lately... To feel our bare skin-" His words were cut off by her twist in his arms. She turned and her lips crashed against his. His lips were what she craved. She craved every inch of him. The moment seemed to last forever when Sarah finally pulled away, Loki's breath heavy. 

She gazed up at the God, his gaze almost becoming loving. But soon his blue eyes had a coldness to them once more. He adverted his gaze as he moved away from the woman before him. Her lips parted, eyebrows stitching together.

"L-Loki...?" Her voice faltered as she felt the water loose its warmth, shivering. 

Loki stepped out of the shower, his body dripping wet and left the washroom.

He left Sarah standing there, her figure trembling, not only because of the cold, but the emotions that flooded her.

Why had just left?

Why?

Why...?

She stepped out of the shower and before she knew it, warm tears rolled down her cheeks.

Had she really fallen that hard for the God of Michief?

With a wave of her hand, the water ceased to run and she was completely dry. However, tears continued to wet her cheeks.

//To be continued.... Ehehehe. Comment with your ideas. If you want to share with me any plot twists, message me and I will be happy to listen!!

Xoxo Astra XP